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When the General came to the brook in the forest, all those horsemen who had followed him faithfully if not loyally had to pause for a break before they enter into another array of fortified sentries. The winding down of the first charge left nothing to miss except that the enemy seemingly was taking it with a pride, if not a soiled deportment. That was not too swelled to look onto nor putting in the back of one's helmet. A small hamlet was near the brook now turned red after so much soldiers, horses, and who else was in the way of the senseless charge, except the local people who stood afar and observing the outcome of a deprived party.

Nobody has ever known that would be the end of an infinite expansion of a super power ever seen in the history of the military manuvering.  Yet, every good man was trying their best to fend off the incoming missles aiming at a target that is so far fetched beyond their reach.  Rangers might not want to hinder the exercise so seriously set aside for the cadence of the uniformity rhythemic tone which was too familiar with by many of the bystanders behind the bushes.  One would wish that was not so real, yet, it was beyond their fained faith that hope should falter after the appearance of the horsemen.  Running back and forth only to be found tumbling along the way with such a heavily showered arrowheads piercing through the tougher armor the defenders were fonded to present when there was still a chance some turn around changes might occur, had that day being another ordinary date on the calendar.

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